There’s a war behind my ribs There’s a war behind my ribs There’s a war behind my ribs There’s a war behind my ribs I built this cage from fractured parts From every wound I couldn’t quit The pain grew roots beneath my skin And made a home in all of it I wear old wounds like ritual scars Like proof I lived through what I know I reach for something clean and new Then drag my past like deadweight gold I feel the pull I feel the strain One side wants out One side wants pain I see the light I know the road But I still bend beneath the load There’s a war behind my ribs Half of me wants out Half of me still clings to pain And won’t put the fire out The scars I hate are all I know The weight I never learned to drop I scream for change with open hands Then pull myself back into the dark I prune the truth and water grief Then wonder why the wound won’t close I built a shrine from what broke me down And fed the fear I should’ve lost I say I want to leave this behind But part of me still calls it home I taste the air beyond these walls Then turn around before I go I feel the shift I hear the crack One side moves on One pulls me back I know the door I know the cost But I still worship what I lost There’s a war behind my ribs Half of me wants out Half of me still clings to pain And won’t put the fire out The scars I hate are all I know The weight I never learned to drop I scream for change with open hands Then pull myself back into the dark If I let go of what I’ve been What’s left of me when all this ends? If pain is all that made me feel Can I survive if I start to heal? Rip it out Before it roots any deeper Tear it down Before I call it my teacher Half of me wants out Half of me wants blood The scars I hate are all I know And I still drown inside the flood Let it die Let it die But I keep breathing life into the ghost I want to change I need to change But I still cling to what hurts the most There’s a war behind my ribs Half of me wants out Half of me still clings to pain And won’t put the fire out The scars I hate are all I know The chains I never learned to cut I beg for peace, I reach for change But half of me won’t give it up There’s a war behind my ribs And I still don’t know If I’m the one who wants to heal Or the one who won’t let go
